with the man in the wind and the west moon
when their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone
they shall have stars at elbow and foot
though they go mad they shall be sane
though they sink through the sea they shall rise again
though lovers be lost love shall not
and death shall have no dominion.
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Split all ends up, they shan't crack,
And Death shall have no Dominion
Break in the sun til the sun breaks down
and Death shall have no dominion.
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